What's Done is Done

Chapter 6

I woke up and immediately ran to Sharla and gave her a hug.

"What's wrong Carly?"

"My dad called me last night." The color from her face drained as fast as light.

"And what did he say?" Anger was apparent in her voice.

"He's gonna track me through my phone number and come get me." Just repeating what he said made my heart feel constricted and my tears well up.

"Listen, we will go out today and buy you a phone and put it on our plan."

"No, Sharla. No." She kept nodding her head.

"You can't be with out a phone. And we don't want him tracking you here. You need a safe place to be and if that phone is making things unsafe for you, well then we'll just have to take care of it." I hugged her tightly once again. And ran upstairs. It had almost been 2 weeks since I came here. It felt like forever though.

I slid open my phone to see a text from Dylan. I smiled.

'morning beautiful(:'  I smiled again. Just reading his texts made my heart skip a beat.

'morning(:' 

'how are you?'  Awh. I swooned. He cares. It was adorable.

'good now(:'

'Can I come pick you up?'  This would be the second day in a row. He likes me! He likes me! I sang in my head.

'Sure(:'

'See you in 20.'  I ran to my closet. I chose some khaki shorts and a purple tank top. It was getting a lot warmer out now, I was happy. I ran to the shoe closet and found some black gladiators with some fringe around the ankle. It was such a coincidence that they had all of this stuff, and it fit me. For the most part. 

I put silver hoops in my ears and sat down at my make-up vanity and put on some foundation, which was a little to pale for my skin tone, some eyeliner, mascara and silver eyeshadow. My hair. SHIT.

I threw it up in a messy bun and looked in the mirror. Not half bad. My make-up could use a little work though. 

My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Carly, I'm outside"

"Kay." I smiled and ran down the stairs.

I hopped in his car and he immediately grabbed my chin and kissed me. We sat there for a good 5 minutes just making out. He pulled away. I was slighty dissatisfied.

"Ready?" He smiled. His perfect white teeth showing. 

"Sure. Where are we going?" I smiled back.

"To do something fun and dirty." He raised his eyebrows which made me laugh a little. He grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. Then drew circles on my hand using his thumb. 

He pulled up to a pond. 

"Close your eyes." I did. I heard him open the car door. "Take my hand." I took his hand.

"Dylan can I open my eyes now. Please?" 

"Sure." I opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me with a single rose.

"Awh Dylan. I love it." He kissed me, but with intense passion that made me melt right in his arms. I wanted to jump up on his waist and wrap my legs around him but I felt way too fat to do that. His hand slid down my back and into the back pocket of my shorts. 

I slid a hand up the inside of his shirt against his back. It was so warm and muscular. 

He picked me up and carried me to a little condo that sat right against the pond. 

He laid me down on the bed and took off my shirt. Then my pants. Ohmygod. This is really happening. Holy crap. I un-buttoned his pants and ripped of his shirt and almost fainted at the sight of his perfect abs. I ran my hand over them as he leaned down to kiss me again. Soon enough my panties were at my ankles and Dylan was inside of me. 

It hurt like hell but a good hurt. I think. It was pleasurable though. I arched my back during it because of enjoyment. 

We had sex for a good 10 minutes. I was so happy. Afterwards we just laid there and cuddled while talking about stupid things. 

Then Sharla called me. 

"Hello?"

"Carly, where are you?"

"With Dylan."

"Oh okay. Phew! I thought you went missing. Well can you be home in about 20 minutes? We're going to visit the lawyer and we need you there."

"Sure."

"Okay bye sweet heart."

I looked at Dylan with sad eyes. 

"It's okay babe." He stroked my cheek.

"Thanks. I don't wanna leave though."

"I know. I don't want you to leave either." He kissed me shortly.

"That was fun though." I smiled at him and kissed his shoulder.

"It was." He smiled and slipped on his pants and his shirt. It should be illegal for him to wear a shirt. I slipped on my clothes 

He drove me home. It was kind of awkward, but a nice awkward. He held my hand and drew circles with his thumb. I kissed him before I got out and he kissed back. I hope I wasn't horrible. 

I walked into the house now realizing how sore I was from today. And frankly, it hurt like a bitch. 

"Hi Sharla! I'm home."

"Hi sweetie! Be down in a sec!"

I opened the fridge and nothing was appealing. I opened the pantry to find Special K Chocolate. I grabbed a bowl, spoon and milk. I sat down at the island and ate in silence and pain.

"Carly?" I heard Sharla call down the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Ready?"

"Yep. Why are we going there anyway?"

"Marty and I wanted to talk to you. Well Marty isn't here so I'll talk fo the both of us. We were talking and we wanted to adopt you." I was befuddled. Adopted? At 15? I was in shock.

"Uh Sharla, how long were you talking about this? I got here like, 2 weeks ago." 

"For about a week now. Carly, listen, you need somewhere that's stable. And you need parents who are going ot love you and take care of you. We want to do that. We already love you and take care of you, but we want to do that as your mom and dad. Marty thinks you're a bright young lady and a great edition to the houshold and Henry loves you." Pointing to the french bulldog wiggling at my feet. I pondered for a moment. This was the only place I felt wanted. Except for Dylan's arms. 

"Okay. I'll be your daughter." I smiled as Sharla engulfed me in a hug.

We got in the car and we were driving down town. One of the billboards had a teenager holding a baby. It was a sign promoting having protected sex. Then my heart stopped for a second.

My mind raced back to the pond.

Did Dylan wear a condom?